14 September 2011

8 i cannot write this book.


i know i'm happy because i'm not biting my nails. there should be more tangible proof but this is what i've got.

i cannot write this book because writing this book requires a dislocation so profound that writing is the only way to breathe.

the book i need to write cannot be written here.

i realized this on friday and it came as more of a relief than a shock.

it's something i don't know what to do with it, but it is good to know.

8 comments:

The Whiffer said...

It's great to know, exciting to know. so well put, i'm definitely writing for oxygen at the moment.

oline said...

i know. i can tell and am a little jealous :)

Linda said...

Did Marilyn really rock green eyeshadows?? or was that a photo edit?

oline said...

that would be a photo edit. i think. i wish not.

The Whiffer said...

if you could choose anywhere for writing oxygen, where would you? I'm aware this none of my business and a public forum so feel free to ignore the question. Just curious and willing to hard sell Berlin :)

oline said...

i don't really know yet. in crazy confessions, i am, however, pretty sure that i'm one day destined to write something in vietnam...

Anonymous said...

a ground swell of unhappiness, eh?

oline said...

indeed :)